Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ecuador and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Tommy Roe to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Lou Christie,
Neu!,
Suicide,
Erasure,
The Last Poets,
Joe Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Mars,
D'Angelo,
Marine Girls,
The Names,
UT,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pole,
Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül II,
The Index,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Lynne,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers,
Dark Day,
The Gap Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Copeland,
Whodini,
ABC,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smiths,
Aural Exciters,
Slick Rick,
Pylon,
B.T. Express,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Livin' Joy,
The Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxy Music,
Sonic Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Panda Bear,
Bill Wells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hashim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ponytail,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul Sonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Quantec,
Unrelated Segments,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vladislav Delay,
Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Mo-Dettes,
Dennis Brown,
Siglo XX,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.